This story forms yet another tale in the series that has come to be known as Ayzintion City. The series is written in such a way that it doesn’t really matter which story you read first, yet even so, they all form the tale and they are all written about the same, magical place that is found only in my mind. As a reminder, Ayzintion City is a place like no other place on earth. It is city where the slave traders come, and the slave buyers come, and the entire city with its ancient buildings and associated businesses are all linked to the trade. It is a place where the Eastern Province and the Southern Province converge, and sometimes the slave auctions will trade as many as a thousand boys in a single week. Ayzintion City has existed since the first maps were drawn, and while it is well known among those that deal in human flesh it is almost unheard of outside of that elite circle. The city is hidden in the mountains, and it is surrounded by water and deep ravines. Unless you know the way into the city, you would never be able to find it. The majority of all slave trading that is done has its roots to Ayzintion, and if you are interested in buying or selling or you need to find a boy to own it is there that you will be drawn.

They had come from the sea, each one purchased from a ship’s Captain that had tired of them, and since then I had used them for breeding, a lucky fate for any slave. But, they had the bodies for it, and as I watched the young men in front of me doing it my dick stirred. I had two couplings going, and it was good entertainment. Jake was the oldest of them, and he was sure enjoying fucking the slave girl’s pussy, and as a twenty year old he fucked with the confidence that comes with experience. Of course, he had not been allowed to ejaculate since his last mating, and that had been almost five weeks ago so he was dripping even before he was put to her. He was certainly enjoying himself now, and needing it, and you could see his eagerness in his expression as he fucked her from behind and his stiff cock filled her pussy. The slave girl was enjoying it much less so, but I didn’t care and neither did the boy who was mounting her.

She was tied out on a breeding rack, as was standard procedure, and her legs were spread wide and Jake was deep into her, his big nuts swinging between his legs as he pushed and pulled his stiff cock and pummeled her hole, staring down at her back and driving his sex deep inside of her. The boy’s bag was huge, and it hung down loose and heavy, his big bullocks swinging as he fucked her. I’ve never quite seen a sack of balls like his, and it was hard not to watch it as it hung between his legs. The boy’s hips were working hard, and he soon had a sheen of sweat that was visible across his back. It had been too long for him to make it last, and he fucked her with a desperation that was primal and instinctive. Yeah, he fucked her hard, and I knew he would continue him deep strokes and rapid rhythm until his big balls were empty and I was not mistaken. Within a few minutes of mounting her, he neared his orgasm and began to grunt. It was a sight to see, and I felt my own cock hardening as I watched the slave boy doing my bidding.

Next to him Nathanial was fucking his own slave girl, and while he was much younger and had almost no experience instinct drove him and his hips rhythmically pushed his eager young cock where it needed to go. He was of Slavic origin and his jet black hair was longer than it needed to be, and it bounced with his young balls as he did his fucking. I had only bred him two other times, and he was new to it and still more of a boy than a man. Age wise he was barely fourteen years old and his young body had a lot of growing still to do. Still, he was a good fucker, and he relished it. While I liked his youth and good looks I didn’t like the way the girls were drawn to him, but I had bought him for his seed and I was taking advantage of my purchase. He was a good looking young man, and he had potential, and he had already sired his first offspring so his teenage seed was certainly fertile.

I liked the breeding frames. They are not that expensive, and are available in several locations in the city. They are made of metal, and are heavy enough to be stable, and are made in a way much like a ladder is made, but this ladder only has a few rungs to give it its stiffness and is not meant for climbing. The ladder part of the frame is about six feet long, and it is covered with the hide from a deer and stretched taught between the two side rails that are precisely three feet apart. If the ladder was laid horizontal and legs were added to it then it would look like a cot, but that’s not how a breeding frame works. Instead, on one end of it there is a flat iron cross piece, about eight inches wide, and about six feet long in length. That flat plate is bent downward into an inverted “U” shape, so that the ladder frame is held off the ground at one end, the two ends of the U piece firmly planted on the ground and spaced precisely four feet apart. The other end of the ladder is also on the ground, so that when a slave girl is lashed to the frame she is on her stomach, with her head next to the ground. The frame holds her bottom high up in the air and with her legs spread wide, positioned perfectly for what needs to be done.

The girls I was watching being fucked were both lashed to such frames, their faces down and with cloths over them, hiding their identities from the boys that were fucking them. Neither boy had any idea who his girl was, only that he was to mount her and to squirt his load into her vagina. The slave girls had no say in it either and each of their legs were tied along the flat bars of their breeding frames and their arms tied to the other end, stretched out so that each girl was immobile and helpless, her legs spread wide and her pussy open and eager for the boy’s cock it was now accommodating. Both of their bottoms were lifted up by the raised end of their frames, and each of their vaginas were exactly fifteen inches off of the ground, so that the slave boy behind them on his knees had his young cock perfectly positioned to penetrate her sex hole.

Yeah, I liked the frames. Most of the plantation owners use them now, and after a breeding slave has mounted a few women lashed to one, he will usually get hard as soon as he sees the fur of the deer hide that covers the frame. Some say the touch of deer fur is enough stimulation to make most breeding slaves go rock hard and I think there is some truth to that from what I have seen.

Male slaves that are selected for breeding are almost always selected for their hard bodies and the characteristics that make their offspring sell well on the auction blocks. They have no say in the matter, any more than a slave selected to work the fields has a say in his life’s work. That said, most slave boys that are selected to be breeders are happy with their luck, although they are watched closely and since their sperm is of direct concern to their value as slaves, they are given the opportunity to ejaculate only when their owner allows it. You would think such a slave would always be eager to fuck, and the truth is that most are. Yet there are always some who are reluctant and who do not wish to sire offspring at a master’s bidding. That’s hard for me to fathom, but it happens more than you would think. Still, if you tell a slave boy he’ll be castrated if he fails to mount a pussy he is told to fuck, I’ve never seen one yet that is so bold then that he did not do what he was told.

As I was having those thoughts Jake suddenly looked up, tossing his head back and his eyes wide, and then he shuddered and I watched as his hole winked at me, his orgasm racking his body as he squirted his sperm into her. There was a ring of hair around his hole, accentuating it in a way, and it drew my attention as he filled her with his jism. He grunted out his load as he ejaculated, and I grinned, watching him deposit his sperm where I wanted it to go. His big nuts always held a huge load, and today was no exception. It helped of course that it had been a while for him, and so as I watched he shot into her for probably a full minute, pumping his big load of seed deep into her vagina. Afterwards he continued to fuck her, but much more slowly, staring with wide open eyes as he worked his slowly softening cock in and out of her until he was completely spent.

He probably would have just preferred to pull out of her after he had cum, but I make all my slaves fuck until their cocks are wilted noodles, because in the past I’ve had a few reluctant breeders that will try to withhold their sperm, pretending to ejaculate when they have not. I’ve only seen that a few times, but I’m no fool and it is easy to prevent. So now I require all my breeder slaves to fuck the pussy’s they are put to until their cocks are soft and literally fall out of the hole they have been fucking. It would not actually be necessary in Jake’s case, because when he comes it is always very obvious. Still, I require it, and he knew that and so after he shot his load he continued to fuck her in and out, working his spent cock without stopping. Sometimes a boy will stay hard, and shoot two loads one after the other, but that is rare. I don’t really care, but I have found that if a slave boy fucks until his cock wilts of its own accord, there is no way he can fake it and it pretty much insures that his entire sperm load will end up where I want it to go.

Nathanial was fucking his girl faster and faster, and he was fully aware that next to him Jake had already ejaculated. Unlike the older slave girl Jake had been fucking, the younger teenage girl beneath Nathanial was moaning into her gag, the feeling of Nathanial’s thin boy-pole working her to a climax. I could care less if the girl being fucked has an orgasm or not, but she shuddered and jerked to the extent her bonds allowed, and the teenage boy fucking her was clearly driving her wild. Watching the young teenager with his thin wiry body fuck, made my own dick grow stiff. There is something about it, the freshness of a younger man learning what he is meant to do that is exciting, and I liked his smooth body and tight little balls. He would just be a boy except that he had a wisp of hair sprouting across his upper lip, and there was a little bit of darkening fuzz on the side of his face as well, so without any doubt he was already on his way into manhood. His cock though was thin still, more the pole of a boy than a man, and his balls were young and significantly smaller than Jake’s. Still, they were potent, and about a minute or so later he tossed his own head back, and as I watched and listened the fourteen year old grunted out his load.

Jake and Nathanial are two of a half dozen breeders I have on the plantation. Jake has been fucking for me since he was fifteen years of age. Originally he was a ship’s apprentice cook, and he loved the sea and often talked about how much he missed that life. I think he has always resented that I stole that from him, but nevertheless he likes sex and so I think there are things about his life now that he has found to appreciate. At twenty, he is strong and he fucks well, but the reality is that he has become a little too confident and he has never been the best worker. He talks of shipboard life and he hates the plantation, and the truth is that I was getting more than a little tired of his insolence. It was almost as if he felt fucking was his right instead of his duty, and he no longer seemed appreciative for being allowed to mate. Besides, he did not always keep his seed as I required, and he had been caught masturbating several times now without my permission. It was his attitude as much as anything, and as of late he seemed to ignore my edicts and do things as he wanted instead. So, as I watched him sliding his spent pole in and out of her dripping pussy I decided that I would nut him.

Nathanial was a recent purchase, also bought from a different ship’s Captain, and a boy I actually liked, but the truth is I did not really need him since there are lots of Slavic breeders on several nearby plantations. But, I had got him for a bargain and at the time it seemed the right purchase, and he was too young to be of much use so he had not been expensive. On the ship he had been a deck mate and had worked the slop buckets, and when I received him his bottom had been striped raw with the lash. He was a little trouble maker, and yet I had a use for him and he certainly had taken to it. As a breeder he was pretty young, but he took to it well enough and certainly enjoyed fucking a woman’s pussy. But he had no idea what he was doing, and the first time I put him to a girl he shot his wad onto her back just before he was to enter her, wasting his sperm instead of planting it where I wanted it to go. But he was young, and was so excited about his first pusssy that he just had no control. But he had figured it out since then, and now he fucked deep and put his seed where I needed him to.

My original plan was to keep him for many years and breed him regularly as I had Jake, and have him sire a line of Slavic slaves in the process. But then I stared to notice that my youngest daughter had taken a liking to him, and that of course was not acceptable. Two days ago I caught him behind the house, supposedly on an errand but conspicuously near my daughter, and with a full erection clearly tenting out his pants. They were less than a foot apart, staring into each other’s eyes, and I believe he was about to kiss her when I had come upon them and interrupted things. Oh how I screamed at him!

My daughter ran off, and later refused to talk about it so I could get nothing from her. As for the boy, when he turned to face me he was clearly boned and his face had blushed red when I called it to his attention. He apologized and made up an excuse, and at the time all I did was to tell him to stay away from her. But, as he ran off to do his chores I knew right then I needed to do something with him before things progressed too far. Consequently, the very next day I purchased a fifteen year old red headed boy to take his place, and so as I watched the fourteen year driving his cock in and out of the girl below him, I knew it was his last fuck. Without any doubt I needed to take his balls, and the sooner it was done the safer my daughter would be. He would not be happy about it, but I owned him, and his balls, and if I decided to nut him and then sell him then it was my decision to make. I really didn’t see it as a choice, and there was no way I’d ever let his cock get near my daughter again.

It would be good if I could just have had them both nutted at the plantation and then put out to the fields, but the truth is that I have found that breeders make poor workers, and their minds are clouded with thoughts of fucking even if their nuts are stolen from them. With balls of course they are dangerous as hell around any female, slave or free, because they know what they want and they are eager for it. But even without their balls their desire remains for some time, and their poles are capable of getting hard and more than one plantation owner has caught a former breeder slave fucking some girl after his nutting. So, balls or not, it goes without saying that they must be kept far from the house, and the owner’s family, especially if there are young daughters like mine that are interested in them.

The truth of the matter is that once a slave boy has been bred, he will always have sex on his mind. That’s true for all of them, and once a slave boy has fucked a few girls then he knows what it is all about after that and is very eager for it. Consequently, in my opinion breeders are really good only for sex, and since they make poor workers it almost seems it would be better to just nut all of them, but the truth is that without them the source of slaves for the city would disappear. While some slaves are found in the province battles, and others are brought in on the trading ships, the majority of slaves are bread on the plantations like mine and it is those slaves that keep the city running. It helps I suppose that there is good money in breeding slaves, and so most of the bigger plantations like mine will generate them on a regular basis. Because of that, you will typically see a lot of children on the bigger plantations, picking berries and working the fields as they grow to an age where they can be sold.

Now, some owners will breed only slaves on their own plantation for their own purposes, but it makes more sense and I think it is much more common to move the breeders around between plantations, so that inbreeding problems can be avoided. It is in fact pretty common to transport the breeders to other plantations, and mount them to the slave girls that have been selected for that purpose. In time the boys get used to it, and when told they are going somewhere many of them will immediately become rock hard with anticipation. They always know that a fuck is coming for them then, and they are usually very eager for it. Sometimes the girl slaves are brought to the location where the breeding males are living, but usually it makes more sense to move the breeders to where the females are and that is the standard. If absolutely necessary a boy slave can be put to as many as three slave girls per day, and if the women’s cycles are calculated correctly then pregnancies can be all but assured with a minimal number of couplings.

In general, the boys never know who they are going to fuck, or when. I think breeder slave boys live a good life, fucking regularly and often, but they are only rarely allowed to masturbate so it is not a perfect existence. But, they have a job to do, and it’s important that they be able to do it when the master puts them to the task. Consequently, when they are not being bred they are watched, usually by a eunuch slave, and even when they sleep their quarters have eunuch’s to make sure they behave themselves. Since they cannot touch their prickles they are almost always eager for it when they are allowed to mate. You can tell a breeder by the way he carries himself, and more than not they are often hard much of the time. They have sex pretty much constantly on their minds, and the sight of any woman is enough to make their cocks grow stiff and bulge out their loin cloths.

I’m not a cruel man, and I am well aware that they will grow desperate if too much time elapses between fucking opportunities, and so on occasion I will let mine jerk their meat if the waiting period for them has been too long. When I allow them a release opportunity, I make them come to me and beg me for it, and then I will watch them do it, because it sets them in their place and reinforces that their sexual freedom is mine to control. Even so, I think they certainly do appreciate it when I allow them that pleasure, but of course you get bigger loads if you keep their balls full and that has advantages that cannot be ignored.

When I breed them I never let them know who they are fucking, and I think most other plantation owners follow that standard. By using the breeding frames it is easy to cover the woman’s head and to gag her so she cannot speak, and that insures that the designated slave boys do not know who they are mounting. Likewise, the girl being fucked doesn’t know the boy who is fucking her, and since she never sees him but only feels his cock she has no way to determine who has filled her with sperm. By keeping that information from them the slaves never know which children have been sired by whom, and the boys never learn which women they have fucked and the girls never know which boys have fucked them. That prevents complicated relationships and prevents the problems that would otherwise naturally occur.

I turned my attention back to the two boys in front of me. Jake was done, and as he dismounted from her his big cock hung down limp and satisfied. Her pussy was dripping, and his sperm was literally oozing out of it in a white foam. Boy he had shot a big load! Yeah, it made me grin. Jake left the breeding area then, and headed back to the fields to work, although I knew I would not get much out of him for the rest of the day. Later, other slaves would of course remove the girl from the breeding frame, and she would be returned to her owner, and hopefully a new slave would soon begin to grow within her belly. She was from a friend of mine from an adjacent plantation, and I would hear soon enough if the mating had been successful.

After his ejaculation Nathanial continued to work his cock as he had been taught, and I think it started to wilt and his balls started to sag like they often do after a fuck. But then for some reason they grew up taut again, and instead of losing his erection he grew hard again like only a teenager can. He was young, and had not had that many copulation sessions as of yet, so it was not all that surprising actually.

With his cock stiff again, there was nothing he could do after that but to continue fucking her a second time in earnest, driving his teenage pole in and out of her like a piston. This time it took longer, and soon he started to sweat as he worked her pussy like a rabbit and tried to fuck her so he could make his dick go soft. She was struggling under him, and her twat was probably getting a little sore from all of his vigorous thrusting. The teenage boy went on for almost ten minutes, and he was covered in sweat and was out of breath when he finally ejaculated a second time. After that, his cock finally wilted on him, his nuts completely empty of his jism, and within a few minutes after he shot out his second load his cock was nothing but a soft worm, at which point she literally squeezed it out of her pussy. The boy was exhausted and clearly relieved to have finished his task, and the girl was no doubt thankful for his nuts finally being empty.

It had been hard work for him, but still he grinned, and he clearly had enjoyed his double fuck. His entire body glistened with his sweat, and I had a good look at him. The boy has that smooth body typical of a young adolescent, and as I watched him head out the door he had that perfect rounded ass that would bring a good price at the market. In spite of his fuck, his smooth body was still more of a boy’s than that of a man and for a second I thought against castrating him. But, I knew I had to protect my family, and so as much as I liked him I knew I’d nut him just the same. In some ways it would be fitting to do him and Jake together, side by side just like they had just been doing their fucking. While it could be done on the plantation, I decided to instead take advantage of the upcoming festival in the city, where I could get it done for free and enjoy myself at the same time.

The yearly festival is officially known as the “Hog Festival” and it gets its name from all of pigs that are brought into the city. Usually there are hundreds of them, and most of them are nutted during the festivities. Afterwards their snouts are ringed with metallic staples to keep them from putting their noses where they are not allowed to go. There are pig roasts too, and lots of fried pig nuts to savor, and there is a dance and a bonfire to add to the celebration.

The festival has another name though, and it probably is more accurate as to what goes on. The unofficial name for the Hog Festival is the “Fuckfest” and that nickname has over time become the name you will more often hear. Of course, it gets that name from all of the fucking that goes on during it. The shops offer big discounts during the festival, and the brothels are open and their prices are cheaper than any other time of the year. I like the Hog Festival, and the city is alive with activity and music fills the streets during the two days that it goes on.

What makes the festival especially attractive for me though is the many boys that are eagerly given the chance to fuck, and if you are into watching it then it can be very entertaining. I am drawn to the slave yards, and the wild activities that go on there during the festival. It is not really a time for buying or selling, and the normal auction blocks are closed. Still, there are deals to be made and the entire area is very busy. The pig ranchers are there of course, for one thing, and nearly a thousand pigs end up getting nutted. But what makes it interesting and what really attracts the crowds is that it also is a time and a place where unwanted breeding slaves can be nutted for free, and then sold to the brothels and the ship merchants that will buy them readily, which is untrue at any other time of the year.

An added bonus is that during the final hours of the festival as a gift from the city the castrated slaves can be fucked for free, and it is that opportunity that will draw the local street urchins and city boys by the hundreds. It’s no wonder they call it the Fuckfest! It’s quite something to see, and many patrons go just to watch the action that follows. There will always be multitudes of teenage boys fucking like rabbits, and since most of the younger ones have no idea what they are doing it can be very entertaining and sometimes even comical. Watching a boy mount his first hole is something worth seeing, and most of the younger boys that come have never mounted any hole in their lives. But they are always there and very eager at the festival, and they will line up for the opportunity.

There are usually quite a few slaves getting nutted, and I am not the only owner that will bring their unwanted breeding slaves to sell. Because the city pays the expenses for the cuttings it’s a great deal and I would be a fool not to take advantage of it. All in all it’s a great deal for everyone, and because there are so many the buyers of sex slaves come in earnest, and it is not difficult to sell off the newly castrated slaves to the various brothels that will eagerly buy them for their clients. From my perspective, since a sex slave isn’t good for much else, when you are done with them it makes sense to bring them into the city during the festival, and have them nutted for free and then make a little on the transaction that follows.

Yeah, I like the Fuckfest, and it allows me to get rid of the slaves I otherwise would have to keep. Everyone knows that a breeder slave really is only good for the one task he is given, and once he has been fucking slave girls regularly he is interested in little else. Virtually all breeders make poor field workers, even after they are nutted, especially if there are female slaves in the fields, and they are far too dangerous to work as a house servant. They become tainted from their fucking, and sex is on their minds constantly and so they are good for little else. Consequently, they are normally difficult to sell, and it’s almost a waste to try outside of the festival.

Consequently, when an owner tires of them, there is not much you can do with him. Castration is a good start, but even nutted a breeder will continue to have sexual thoughts and may well continue to fuck if he can get the opportunity. So, for all of those reasons and more lots of owners come to the festival, and as a consequence a lot of young slave men who have been fucking regularly end up getting the knife instead. There is something I think intriguing about watching men being nutted right beside the piglets, and when you see them done that way you realize that there are not so many differences as you would otherwise think. Slave boys and pigs both jerk and struggle when their balls are taken, and I’ve seen more than few of the younger boys screaming like pigs as their nuts are severed from their bodies.

Of course, unlike a pig being castrated, a breeder slave fully understands what his balls are for, and after he has spent years of fucking pussy he will fight extremely hard to keep what hangs between his legs. The street urchins congregate during the festival, and laugh at the boys as they are castrated, and then afterwards they are given the chance to fuck them if they want. For most of the urchins it is an opportunity not to be missed, and I’ve seen the city’s boys gathering more than a day in advance to take advantage of it.

So, with the festival approaching in three days time, I prepared the wagon and gathered Jake and Nathanial for their trip to the city. They were at first worried, as the slave yards hold a special fear for most slaves near the city, but I tried to calm their fears as otherwise the trip would have been much less pleasant. I explained to them that we were going to the city to attend the Hogfest, and then I told them that what made it special was that many other breeding slaves would be there as well, and it was a night where they would get to have more sex than they had ever had before. Nathanial was satisfied with that, but Jake was much less so. He wanted to know more, and I just promised him a fucking he would never forget.

Still, I think there was some uncertainty at first, and perhaps even a reluctance and distrust, but then when they saw me loading their breeding frames their cocks stiffened and their worries evaporated. They suspected nothing after that, and since most of their fucking up to that point in time had come after a trip to where the girl slaves were to be mounted, neither of them suspected they would never return from this adventure. Still, I didn’t lie to them, although I didn’t give them the details that would have made things difficult.

This year, as soon as I arrived in the city I dropped off Nathanial and Jake at one of the city run holding pens, but not before they helped me unload their breeding frames from the wagon. As they were doing that both boys became boned, and it was clear they were eager and anxious for their upcoming fucks. Of course, they would have been much less eager if they had know what was in store for them, but they did not and so as their cocks bulged out inside their loin cloths I had to stifle my grin. I left them then with the other breeders and just from the comments I was hear I think almost all of them were very excited for what they thought was to come. As I left them I said: “You two behave yourselves, and I can guarantee you a fucking that you will never forget as long as you live. I hope you’re up for it!” They were grinning as I left, totally oblivious as to what was in store for them.

This year there were exactly one hundred and fifty three breeders that were there to be castrated, and none of them suspected anything. Of course, they were all promised that they would soon be engaged in a large scale fuck like they had never experienced and that had got them eager and dripping. They were also told to get some rest and because the next afternoon they needed to be prepared to fuck all night long. All of it was true of course, but not exactly in the way they were anticipating. Still, as a group they were pretty excited and were eager for their opportunity and were looking forward for it to begin. Many of the boys were fully hard, their cocks so stiff and eager that they had to be literally dripping with desire as they eagerly awaited their night of fun to begin.

With the festival already going on, I left them and hit one of the brothels, and bought a young slave girl and took her to my bed. She was not that tight, but she was warm and hot and well lubricated, and she took my cock well and I enjoyed her pussy throughout the evening. It felt good of course to spurt out my load into her, and the price was reasonable and I savored the experience. In all, I fucked her three times before the sun came up, and it is good to get your balls empty before the day began.

I didn’t get up early, but when I did I was hungry as hell, and went down to the slave yards where the pigs were being neutered. There were hundreds of them, each squealing, and I watched the ranchers take them one by one, tying a string at the top of their scrotums, and then with a red hot knife pulling it through the skin and taking their sacks one after the other. The city seemed to be alive with pigs, and the pig ranchers were enjoying themselves as they nutted the animals. The crowd was giddy, and kept yelling “Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM” as they watched the pigs being castrated.

Soon the buckets of animal balls were overflowing, and there were pig nuts to buy and the restaurants nearby were frying them up in huge platters. After each piglet was nutted a metal staple was crimped through the holes in their snout, and if they tried to dig or root the earth after that the ends of the metal prongs would jab them and make them stop the unwanted activity.

Of course, what I was more interested in were the castrations that would come later, and so after I had seen my fill I wandered back to the area where the preparations were being made to nut the breeding slaves. The city had set up the breeding frames in a giant open area of the slave yards, each frame empty and waiting for a woman that would never come. A hundred and fifty three frames take up a lot of room, and they were all there, in the open square, each a few feet from the next. The street urchins had already gathered to watch, and there were at least six or seven hundred of them and each was eager to fuck a eunuch hole once the opportunity for it was allowed them. I had never seen so many boys, and it was as if the word was out and every young man that could had flocked to the city and congregated in this area.

As a slave owner I had a ticket to the viewing stands, and that was fortunate because otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to see much. There were people everywhere, and the intensity of the festival increased as the time neared for the breeding slaves to be unmanned approached. I took the time before things got too busy and ate a plate of slave balls, with fried bacon on the side, and washed it all down with a pint of ale. I was pretty excited after that to things get started, and I took my place in the stands to await the action. I had a great view of things, and was seated in the second row right near the middle of where the action would take place. Just before the appointed hour when the action was scheduled to being, the stands filled up pretty quickly, and then right on time the band struck up the music and the crowd roared their approval. About a minute later the first of the breeding slaves was brought out for his castration, and things got very exciting for everyone.

The first boy had no idea of course, none at all, and as far as he knew he was walking to a breeding frame to start his fucking. Boy was he in for a surprise! The first of the breeders escorted from the holding area was about eighteen or nineteen, and he came out of the holding pen with two big eunuchs escorting him, each holding his arms as he was brought out into the square. His hair was red, and his face freckled, and he was thin the way an adolescent is supposed to be. He was already naked, and his teenage cock was jutting, up and eager for his fuck, but then he saw the large crowd and the empty breeding frames and his face twisted with confusion. “Where are the women?” he asked, but for an answer the big eunuchs just dragged him to a frame, and began to pull him down onto it.

That surprised him, and he started to struggle, but it was way too late for that and soon enough he was tied to it face down as if he was a woman. His legs were tied out wide and his face was down at the end of the frame, his wrists tied together and stretched out above him. His ass was across the inverted “U” of the frame, jutting upward so that his hole was visible and it rested fifteen inches above the ground, almost exactly the same place a slave girl’s pussy sits when a woman is tied to the frame. There was a ring of red hair around it, and his big nuts hung between his legs, swinging in the air as he struggled and jerked against the ties that held him down.

The slave boy couldn’t believe it of course, and he struggled and tried to get free, but he was tied well and there was nothing he could do but shout and yell and pull against his bonds. They gagged him with a rag, and then went back for the second. One by one the breeder slaves were walked out to the square, each appearing eager at first and with his dick jutting with anticipation. But as each slave boy realized what was happening, and saw the other slaves tied to the frames and all of us there watching, they would start to struggled and fight as they were pushed to their own breeding frame. All the while the street urchins laughed, and the crowd laughed along with them. Slowly, one by one, the slaves were brought out and tied to the frames.

When Nathanial was brought out he was grinning, and his fourteen year old cock was sticking straight up with an eagerness that was clearly obvious that he was looking forward to a fuck. Then, he took in the other slaves, each tied down, and when he saw that they were not women he turned to run. I had to laugh then too, along with the rest of those watching, as they dragged him to a frame and tied him into position. Boy he struggled then! He was put on a frame right in front of the viewing stand, so I had a clear look at him and he was struggling with an intensity that is hard to describe. He didn’t see me, but his head was jerking around and his ass was going up and down, almost as if he was fucking some imaginary pussy while he still had balls and could. He sure was desperate!

Slave after slave was brought out and tied down, and I watched them being tied one after the other. When it was Jake’s turn to be brought out, he took it in instantly and yelled “Oh...OH NO! NO FUCKING WAY!” Then, he turned and tried to break away but they had him and dragged him downward in spite of his struggles. I earlier paid a bribe to make sure he was tied next to Nathanial so I could watch them being nutted side by side when the time for it to happen came. When Jake saw Nathanial all tied up like a woman, he panicked completely at that point, and yet he was powerless to prevent himself from being put into the same position where I had wanted him to be tied. As they were tying him down he saw me, and the look on his face changed from disbelief to one of anger perhaps, and it was one I’ll never forget. He knew of course they were going to nut him then, and I could see the sense of panic on his face as he made the connection.

After a while they started to bring out several of the slaves at a time, which helped things go faster. Even so, all told it took almost three hours to tie down the hundred and fifty three slaves to the frames where they would be unmanned. It was something to see. After that everyone was anxious for the castrations to begin, except of course for the slaves waiting for it to be done to them. After they were all tied down, the band’s music changed, and the tempo increased, and then a drum began to roll and after that things happened fast.

A multitude of pig ranchers came into the square, and most of them were the same men who had been castrating pigs earlier in the day and some of their clothes were already bloodied. I knew from experience they had all been given a temporary cutter’s license for the Hog Festival, and it seemed fitting to use them for the job to be done since they had the experience and were already in tune with what the festival was all about. The truth is that there is not all that much difference in castration techniques between nutting a man and a hog, and these men knew what needed to be done and how to make it happen. All told there were about fifty of them, and each seemed eager to begin the task.

The crowd was eager too, and began to chant.

“Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM”

The boys who were tied down on the breeding frames heard the crowds chanting of course, and if they had not figured it out before they knew without any doubt at that point what was in store for them. Needless to say they all started to struggle then, and when they heard the crowd’s eagerness and saw the pig ranchers making their preparations they jerked and thrashed like animals caught in a trap. Of course, no man will struggle harder than one being castrated, no man, and these boys were pulling against their bonds with every muscle in the bodies. The ranchers didn’t care, and as the boys struggled they started to spread themselves out among the breeding frames, walking right behind the lashed down slave boys. A drum roll began, and as it did each rancher paused behind a boy of their choosing. As we watched, they then reached between the legs of the slave boy in front of them and looped a string of leather up and over his balls.

The breeders really panicked then, and started to thrash out even harder, jerking their restraints and shaking the fucking frames they were lashed to with a new intensity. It didn’t make any difference though, and as we all watched, the band’s drum roll increased in tempo, and then a much larger drum began to beat and as it went BOOM-BOOM-BOOM the pig ranchers jerked the ends of the leather ties, and in a matter of a few minutes fifty some slaves felt the bite of the tie and their bodies seemed to spasm when the pain hit them. Most of them tossed their heads back and grunted into their gags as their scrotums were cinched off in front of the crowd.

One young slave boy shot his wad when he felt the tie, and you could see his eyes wide open, looking out at us as his cock spurted his cream into the dirt between his legs. It didn’t matter though, and his noosed nuts were bulging in their bag, eagerly awaiting the knife even if the boy who owned them was not.

The music slowed, and the ranchers moved on, so that they were each behind another slave boy, and once again they each took out a loop of leather and slid it up and over a boy’s scrotum whose legs were tied out wide and waiting for it. As the music built again the crowd’s chants increased.

“Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM”

This time Nathanial’s nuts were noosed, and so I was watching him as he screamed into his gag and felt the bite of the leather as it cinched closed his young teenage scrotum. Boy he struggled then! He sure didn’t want to lose his balls! The Hog Festival was clearly at its peak, and the pig ranchers were having their fun as they made the preparations to nut the slaves in front of them.

After the second set had been done, the ranchers moved to the last group, and once again as the big drum went BOOM-BOOM-BOOM the ranchers cinched off the remaining scrotums and tied them tight, effectively cutting off their nourishing blood supply with a snap of the leather. When it was Jake’s turn to feel the bite of the leather tie he screamed, his eyes wide open with fear and hatred, and he bucked his hips and jerked so hard his entire frame shook. He couldn’t believe he was being nutted of course, and the look on his face then was one of absolute panic as his huge balls were noosed and cinched closed and made ready for the knife.

The crowd was so damn excited then, and the chanting increased in intensity, and as the slaves heard the shouts their sense of panic increased.

“Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM”

“Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM...Nut THEM”

The music died away once again, and then the pig ranchers divided themselves up into groups of three. A couple of boys pushed a cart through the slaves, and as we all watched, the pig ranchers reached to it and each took a cone shaped dowel from the cart and held it up for inspection. They were circular, and about eight inches long and about a half inch in diameter on one end, opening up to about four inches in diameter at the fat end. It was quite apparent that each wooden cone was smooth and slick and had been well-greased, and in fact, they had been coated with so much oil it that they glistened in the light. Then, as we watched, the pig ranchers pushed the small ends of them right into each of the slave’s holes. Boy the slaves didn’t like that!

As soon as they were in place, the pig ranchers began to pick up the frames of the slaves, and tilt them on end, so that the slaves’ arms were up over their heads and they were sitting down now, the full weight of their bodies shoving the cone-shaped piece of wood deep into their bowels. Their legs were still stretched wide along the curved “U” shape of the frame, but now with their bare buttocks resting on the ground, driving the wooden cone into them, they grunted and struggled with a renewed vigor. As it turned do out, they were also directly facing us that were watching. The shape of the dowel in their rectums stretched their holes like they had never been stretched, and you could see the look of discomfort on their faces as they felt the intrusion and were literally fucked by the greased up piece of wood they were sitting on.

There was no time wasted. As soon a the slave was upright, while two of the ranchers held the sides of his frame to keep it steady, the third just reached out with a curved knife and set the blade up and under the slave’s tied balls. What surprised me was that the slaves were all still hard, their poles stiff and eager and jutting, almost as though they somehow still expected to find a pussy to fuck. They of course knew they were about to be castrated, and it was almost as if they were keeping their cocks up and out of the way to facilitate it being done to them. I suppose that they might have been hard because of the piece of wood in their holes, but it was more probably because they were so horny and it had been so long since their cocks had last been satisfied. In any event, they were stiff and eager and it gave us the impression that the boys were still hoping for a fuck that would never come.

Regardless of why they were hard, they were, and they stayed that way, their poles jutting straight up, even as they felt the knife beneath their tied balls. They grunted and yelled into their gags, but there was nothing else they could do but jerk on the ropes that held them tight and shake the frames they were lashed to while they waited for the pull of the knife.

Time seemed to stand still, the moment between manhood and nothing lingering, and then as the drum boomed again and the crowd screamed “NUT THEM!!!...NUT THEM!!!...NUT THEM!!!” the pig ranchers began to jerk their wrists and pull their knives right through the boy’s scrotums, in the exact same manner as if they were castrating piglets. In reality it was not all that different actually, and the squeals and screams from the men being nutted sounded similar even. As they were castrated they grunted and struggled and fought with a desperation that comes only when a man is losing his balls. It’s something to see and it always makes me hard! At least eighty percent of them shot out a load of jism as they were nutted, and while I’m not sure why they did that there wasn’t any doubt that most of them looked like sperm fountains as their balls were taken.

There was a young boy, probably the son of one of the ranchers, who was carrying one of the big wooden castration buckets from the slave yards around the square while this was going on. Right after the first big group of slaves was nutted, each rancher tossed one of the severed scrotums into his bucket, and he had to rush up and down the rows of ranchers to bring the bucket to where the balls were. As the bags from the slaves went into it, it of course started to get heavier, and yet the boy didn’t seem to mind and was grinning as he carried his load of the newly severed scrotums.

After castrating the slave in front of them, the pig ranchers weren’t done though, and then as we all watched they began to move some anvils from the blacksmith shops between the legs of the tied out slaves one after the other. One rancher was close to the stand, and I had a good look at what he was doing. He pulled the newly castrated boy’s softening cock down onto the big heavy metal anvil, and then he laid one of the hog staples directly on the head of the new eunuch’s dick. I had no idea what was happening, but I figured it out soon enough.

As I watched he took a hammer out of his belt, and with a single quick blow he slammed it down onto the staple, driving the two ends of the sharp u-shaped piece of metal right through the head of the slave’s cock without any warning. Of course the boy screamed, and I was close enough to see it done and the metal clearly went all the way through the boy’s dick. The hammer blow was so hard that the ends of the staple folded backwards when they struck the metal underneath his cock, so that the pointed ends went back into the head of his dick and were buried deep into the flesh of his dickhead. Two things were immediately obvious. One, is that it would be impossible to remove it, and second, balls or not, the boy’s fucking days were definitely over.

Damn! The castrated slave boys were stapled one after the other, just like the castrated hogs had their snouts stapled to keep them from rooting where they were not allowed to go. Of course, the cock staple would work the same way, and do to the slave boy what the same kind of staple does to a hog. Once stapled, he would never put his cock in any hole again!

Once that group had been nutted and stapled, the ranchers lowered the eunuch’s frame back down to the ground, so that they were facing the dirt once again and their naked bottoms were again perched up into the air, almost as if they were a woman. Almost to make that point, the next thing that was done to them was that one of the ranchers would pull out the greased plug that had been in his ass, leaving the neutered slave boy with a newly enlarged hole that was well greased and exposed and ripe for fucking. Finally, before moving on, one of the ranchers would reach down and remove the gag. I thought the nutted boys would yell out and scream then, but surprisingly they didn’t, and the fight was gone from them. I suppose it was just because there was nothing left for them to fight for.

The transformation was amazing. On the breeding frames where the slaves were still men, with balls hanging between their legs, they were struggling madly and jerking against their bonds, their hips going up and down as they jerked and grunted and yelled into their gags. In contrast, right next to them on the frames where the slaves had been nutted, they just lay still and lifeless, the fight gone from them and as a whole they were as docile as women slaves waiting to be fucked. Yeah, just like a woman tied to the breeding frame, the eunuchs were just quietly laying there, with their legs spread wide and their lubricated holes open and ready almost if they were anxious for a cock to enter them.

Once they had stapled the cocks of the castrated slaves, the pig ranchers then moved to another set of slaves to repeat the process. This time it was Jake’s turn, and three of the pig ranchers shoved the wooden dowel into his ass, and then picked up his frame, and as he was placed into position for his nutting you could see the look of trepidation on his face. He sure didn’t want to be castrated! His eyes were wide open and begging, but it didn’t do any good. The rancher picked up his big bag in his fist, and as he did he said to the others: “God...take a look at this guy’s scrotum! Shit! Ever seen one this big? I sure haven’t. God this fucker’s got big balls!”

As his balls were being looked at and held in the rancher’s fist, Jake’s cock was eager, jutting even, the big purple end of it dripping with a bead of semen. I knew his balls were full of sperm, and I figured he no doubt would shoot his load when he felt the knife. His eyes locked with mine, and I grinned at him then, and I was grinning still when the rancher said: “Oh well, he may have big balls, but they’re still no match for my knife!”

As he said the last word the pig rancher put the blade under the cord that was tied around Jake’s balls, and then without any further hesitation he jerked his fist hard, and in that instant Jake was nutted with a single pull of the pig knife. As it was done Jake screamed, thrusting his hips forward as he felt the burn. As I had predicted in the instant he was nutted his cock started shooting out ropes of jism, the first of it landing high up onto his chest. He came in ropes of cream, and some around me gasp at the quantity of his wad. He shot and shot and shot, pumping out his last load as a man in front of all of us, the last load from his big nuts wasted on his belly. The rancher laughed, and then it was done, and Jake’s big nuts went into the bucket like all the rest. A minute later they stapled his cock with a blow of the hammer and his life as a man was ended forever.

Nathanial was next to him, and watched it all being done, and the younger teenager went ballistic and struggled in a panic to prevent it being done to him. Soon enough though it was his turn too, and he too was riding a greased wooden cone and his metal frame was raised upward. In that position, sitting there with his legs spread he was now facing me, and he saw me and as his eyes went wide. He knew then I had put him there, and in that instant he learned the price for lusting after my daughter. Well, he was sure regretting it now, and as I looked at him his young balls looked small and insignificant, especially when compared to Jake’s big bag, but they were everything to the boy who nourished them and it was plainly obvious he didn’t want to lose them.

But lose them he did, with a single jerk of the pig knife and as it was done he too shot out his young teenage seed. At the same time he tossed his head back and squealed like a pig squeals and jerked and thrashed in a panic. Then, for some unknown reason he started to jerk his hips, thrusting his still hard cock into the air as if he was fucking a pussy with his ball-less dick. It somehow seemed funny, like he wanted to mate one more time, even if he had no balls to do it with and there was no pussy to be had. He continued this for close to a minute, but finally he stopped his thrusting, and his hard cock slowly began to wilt as he lost his last and final erection. Of course, a minute later he screamed into his gag again when it was his turn for his cock to take a staple.

All told, it took about an hour for the fifty pig ranchers to nut the lot of them and to fold a steel staple into the head of each of their dicks. The crowd was crazy by then, and the street urchins were straining behind ropes that had been set to keep them from getting too close. There was a frenzy in the crowd too, and after watching so many men losing their balls everyone was talking and shouting it seemed. All around me men and boys were popping boners in their pants, their eagerness and anticipation of the fucking to come exciting them all. I thought for a moment pandemonium would ensue.

Sex was on everyone’s mind at that point! Of course, this was a deal too good to pass up, and the price was right and the holes were there for the taking. The reality in life for every male that has ever lived is that it normally costs a great deal to fuck a hole. While any man can fuck his fist for free, if he wants a woman’s pussy he will have to spend the money to buy it. That has been true throughout the centuries and in all kinds of societies, and the truth is that men everywhere are used to paying huge sums to bury their cocks in a woman’s pussy. Married men will dedicate their entire lives and give all of their money to a woman just to have the chance for a regular fuck. But single men too have to buy their fucks. It doesn’t matter if you date a woman and pay her way, or buy a hole at one of the brothels, there is always a price to fuck and it is always expensive. I think for that reason that most men do not fuck regularly, and for younger men who lack the money, the opportunity is rarer still. Perhaps that is why the Hog Festival draws so many young men, each eager for a free fuck and ready to take advantage of the opportunity.

Of course, there were no women to be fucked here, but the truth is that once unmanned, the slaves in front of us were technically nothings, less than women even, and they had no rights and they were certainly legal for fucking. In our society fucking a eunuch is not frowned upon, and most men will take one from time to time just because they are plentiful and can be had at a reasonable cost. Of course, it is true that most men with balls will prefer a woman if he can find one, but a eunuch’s hole is not all that much different and it is tight and warm and will grip a cock in a similar fashion to a woman’s pussy. Consequently, as the slaves were being unmanned, the street urchins who were gathering to fuck them grew increasingly excited and it didn’t matter that there were only eunuchs to be had.

Suddenly, a man in a robe of the council stood up onto a platform at the edge of the square, and as he did things quieted almost immediately. It was Councilman Ficklunder himself! The great seal of the council was clearly visible on his garment, and everyone took notice and a hush fell over the entire square.

The great man looked out over the crowd, and at the new eunuchs tied to the breeding frames, and then he began to speak: “Today is a special day, and I want to personally welcome everyone to the Hog Festival. As one of the Council of Elders, it brings me great pleasure to be here today, and I hope everyone is enjoying themselves. What you have just witnessed was all done with compliments from the council. As you can readily see, you now have a large group of brand new eunuchs in front of you have that have just given their balls for your enjoyment. I’m sure they are ready and eager to satisfy your desires, and as you can see they are all already spreading their legs and opening their virgin holes for your enjoyment. They are yours....yours to enjoy, a gift from the council to the men of Ayzintion! Take them, and enjoy them! Their holes are tight and fresh, and greased and they are YOURS! That’s right, they are FREE for the entire night to anyone and everyone who wants to have them! SO, ENJOY THE FUCKFEST!”

The crowd exploded then, and there was a thunderous applause, and then somebody dropped the rope that was holding back the hordes of street urchins that had been waiting so anxiously, and as that happened there was a rush of them surging into the square and all hell broke loose.

The band started playing again with a renewed vigor, and the crowd in the viewing stands started clapping to the music. The boys from the city streets surged forward, rushing forward into the square like male dogs rush after bitches in heat. It was something to see! One blond boy with a cute face ran by the stand, stripping off his shirt as he did so and he was so excited his eyes sparkled. He ran right up to the closest eunuch, a young slave strapped to the breeding frame who was probably about sixteen or so in age, his missing sack no longer between his legs and only his hole visible instead. The blond boy was staring right at it, like a young teen looks at his first vagina, and he hesitated only as long as it took to get his pants down to his knees. He quickly pulled aside his thong and as he did so the boy’s prickle jutted out, and up, and then with a single quick thrust he drove it right into the hole of the slave in front of him and began to fuck him hard and fast. Boy he was eager!

The ball-less slave boy closed his eyes in shame, feeling the first cock of his life and he clearly was not enjoying the experience. Of course, he had a lifetime to get used to it, and there would be many more cocks to come and there was nothing he could do about it at all. He shuddered, and struggled, but even so he was powerless to do anything but live through his first fucking, and all he could do was grunt as the youth pummeled his virgin rear.

A very young boy, around thirteen or so, ran up behind Jake and started to pull down his pants. He had a thin little prickle, and only a very small patch of pubic hair, but he seemed anxious for a fuck and he had a look of eagerness that cannot fully be described. God he was horny! Jake looked back at him, over his shoulder, and seeing the young boy preparing to mount him he yelled “Don’t you dare! You TOUCH ME, AND I’LL KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME? I’LL KILL YOU!”

The young teen jumped back in fear, hesitating, and then he looked at Nathanial who was next to him and instead went for him. Nathanial didn’t want him either, and called out “No!!!! Don’t fuck ME!” but the young teen didn’t stop this time and instead put the head of his cock up against Nathanial’s open hole, and then with a firm thrust of his hips he drove himself forward, burying his thin little cock all the way to his balls.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Nathanial yelled as the boy penetrated him, and the expression on his face is one I’ll never forget.

Nathanial grunted after that, and his eyes went wide and he took the boy’s young cock up his hole. At fourteen, Nathanial was more mature and more developed than the boy who was fucking him, but of course the young boy was now far more of a man than Nathanial would ever be again. The young boy seemed to know it too, and fucked him fast and deep, as deep as his eager little cock would go. He was too excited to last, and he shot his wad after about two minutes or so, spurting it out into Nathanial’s bowels and enjoying every second of what had to be one of the first orgasms of his life. When he was done, he pulled out, grinning, but by then there was another boy waiting for his turn in Nathanial’s hole. This one was older, probably eighteen or nineteen, and he had a much bigger cock. When Nathanial took that pole he screamed, and grunted with each thrust, his eyes even wider than before as he was fucked hard and fast by another very horny teenager.

While he was having his ass pummeled, an older teenage boy was mounting Jake, and this time Jake’s yells and threats had no effect. The boy seemed to laugh instead, and soon was fucking his hole with an intensity of a jack rabbit. As he was doing so, he was talking to Jake, and Jake closed his eyes in shame as he felt the boy’s stiff rod jutting into the depths of his soul.

“Feel my cock? YEAH...I’m fucking you slave! I’m FUCKING YOU! You’re tight, and hot, and I’m gonna fill you with my seed!”

Jake struggled and jerked against the ties that held him to the breeding frame, but it didn’t’ do any good and like a woman he had his legs spread wide, his hole open and eager for the cock that was fucking him. The teenager inside of him was a dark haired boy with deep brown eyes, and he fucked with a vengeance and intensity that was primal and instinctive. I figured Jake’s boy was probably nineteen or so, and he certainly had man-sized balls and he knew how to use them. His fat cock must have been slamming into Jake’s prostate, because Jake’s cock stirred and lengthened somewhat and the big purple end of it flared round and eager, the metallic staple clearly visible.

It seemed funny to see that without his balls, but he was soon stiff non-the-less and there was no doubt about it. From the perspective of where I was sitting, you could see the boy’s balls swinging as he was fucking Jake, and it looked funny to me because it was not all that different than the view I had had back at my own plantation. This time of course the ball’s I was watching weren’t Jake’s, but nevertheless Jake was grunting almost in the same way with each and every thrust of the boy’s eager penis. A few minutes later the boy arched his back, and then he too grunted, and as he did he shot his load of sperm deep into Jake’s hole. The boy’s load was so copious you could see the ring of white turning to foam as it ran down Jake’s ass even as the young man continued to ram his rod in and out with deep penetrating thrusts, which he continued to do until his balls were empty. Jake’s cock was drooling sperm, or at least what was left of it, and I suppose the stimulation in his ass was just too much for him.

I probably waited in the stands for more than an hour and just watched the boys of the city fuck like jack rabbits. A few of them fucked more than one, but most of the boys took a break after ejaculating their seed into one of the eunuch’s holes. Slowly the lines waiting behind the eununch’s began to shorten, and eventually some had no lines at all. Around me, as the intensity webbed, most of the men started leaving the stands and going down as well, and I decided to join them and take advantage of a free hole.

With more than a hundred and fifty to choose from, I was tempted and most of them looked good to me. I almost went for the first boy I had seen, the red headed nineteen year old who had that thin body that begged for fucking. But alas, there were about six young men lined up to fuck him, and he was grunting as he was feeling the cock in his ass, his eyes wide and staring with disbelief as he was fucked like a woman.

Then, on a whim I decided to leave my seed in Jake’s ass instead, as a final lesson to him. I had to wait my turn, as there was a cute blond haired boy fucking him ahead of me, driving his teenage cock deep into Jake’s ass with powerful thrusts. Jakes entire frame was shaking as he was pounded in his ass, and he was grunting as he was feeling it being done to him. Finally, the teenager inside of him tossed his head back, and yelled out “OH FUCK...I’m CUMMING!”

And then he shot his wad and filled up Jake’s hole with his load of sperm.

When he was done, I dropped my pants and moved to place my cock into Jake’s cum-filled rectum. He looked back, over his shoulder, to see who was going to mount him next, and when he saw it was me his eyes went wide. “NO...OH PLEASE....DON’T... DON’T FUCK ME SIR!”

But of course, I did. I slid right into him, and his hole accommodated me easily and had clearly been stretched wide by the boys before me. His hole was nevertheless hot, and with all of the sperm from the teenage boys already filling it, he was definitely well lubed and his hole was extremely slippery. God he felt incredibly good, better perhaps than any pussy I had ever had before. I fucked him then with earnest, slow and deep, and as my big balls swung up and smacked against his ass he grunted. My nuts were flick-flick-flicking the very spot where his own balls had been stolen from him, so that as I fucked him he could feel my balls and I think it accentuated his loss. I fucked him for about ten minutes or so, but finally it was just way too much and my balls boiled and I injected my seed into his bowels, adding my own seed to the many previous loads that were already there. As I did, he grunted, and then he tossed his head back and took my wad like a whore.

I stayed inside of him until my cock grew soft, enjoying the muscles in his ass and the way they gripped my rod. He never looked back at me, and instead just stared at the ground, feeling my cock deep inside of him and he unable to do anything about it. His face was red with shame, and he lay there well fucked, defeated, and unmanned and ashamed, with his own wilted dick hanging like a dead hose between his legs. I finally pulled out my dick, and slapped him hard on his bare buttocks just because I could. Then as I turned to leave I saw that there were four boys behind me, waiting their turns, their young cocks stiff and eager and jutting, anxious for me to move out of the way so they could each have their turn in Jake’s hole.

Nathanial too was being fucked hard, and I went by the boy and tossed his hair as he was grunting from the cock in his ass. He looked up at me, his face contorted from the assault his rear was taking, and I could sense the question that he dared not ask. I grinned at him, and then I said: “You want to know why? Don’t you know? You wanted to fuck my daughter. Remember? Sure you do! It was the lust in your eyes and the stiffness in your pole that cost you your balls. You have only yourself to blame.”

He remembered then, and you could see the recognition as I refereed to my daughter. Ball-less, he had to realize he would never see her again, and never fuck another woman as long as he lived. The look of surprise on his face was something to see, and then after that he just stared at me with wide open eyes, even as he felt the cock in his rear driving in and out like a piston. He started to struggle really hard then, trying desperately to close his legs and push out the cock that was fucking him. Of course, it was a useless gesture. His face turned bright red with shame, and there was no doubt then he was totally defeated, unmanned and now just a hole to fuck, and as I left him I knew then it was time to go home. I felt good, and my daughter was safe. My slaves would spend the night having their holes stretched wide, and after that things for them would never be the same.

It had been a great evening, and then it got even better when I was approached by a buyer from one of the big merchant ships. He gave me an offer for my two slaves that was more than I had expected, and so I took it and after that it was done. When morning came I headed south for home, back to the plantation and to my family. Nathanial and Jake would be heading north, to the great ship docks, and from there they would soon find themselves once again at sea, this time bent over and spreading their legs wide, as they entertained a ship’s crew and served the needs of desperate men during their long voyages at sea.

For some reason, that seemed a fitting fate for my two slaves. They would have a good life, living at sea as they had told me many times they wanted, and still have the opportunity for a life of sex and fucking, day after day and night after night. What could be better than that? As I looked at the sky that thought made me laugh.

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